Carol said they would be gone a couple of hours and gave Brad and me another opportunity to be alone in the cabin.After they left for their hike, Brad...said, “So what do you say, Beautiful, want to go canoeing to one of the islands? You can scrunch down and take your top off to work on your tan lines.”“So that’s how it is going to be. You’re just going to use your poor old mother for your own voyeuristic enjoyment.“Yup, that s about it. But tell you what, if you show me yours, I’ll show you. I know, because halfthe time my junk mail back home was stuff for girls. The only other onehere with waist-length blond hair like mine is Pansy Pond over there, andher tits are bigger." My name is Ivria, formerly Irv. I thought that if I get out of herewithout changing back, my mother would kill herself if she found out herdaughter had a gentile name. I'm the only one here with hair like this."Several of them nodded, seeing his tiny curls of blond hair cascadinghalfway down his back.So it went. Delicately.A fingertip? "Ohh!" I gasped, spinning around to confront the letch."Look who we have here! It's the vixen!" I looked into a face I thought I had seen before, but I couldn't place it. To say it was lovely would not do it justice. Standing several inches taller, she wore her brunette soft curls piled on top of her head like a madam from an old Western. A stray curl wound down almost to her neck. She wore a choker like mine, but thinner with a tiny red stone in it. Heavy eyeshadow,. I like to collect the morning paper as the sun comes up or collect the mail as it goes down, naked. In these circumstances, my senses are on high alert, and almost always I become aware of a potential viewer before he or she sees me, so I can avoid detection. Cars do not bother me, as I usually see light from their headlights before the car itself appears.There are also plenty of ways to be seen naked, as if by accident, and I take advantage of them quite often. If the reaction is good, then I.